I drive into work yesterday to take advantage of the sunlight and warm weather, and the old girl did not let me down. She fired right up in the morning and I got out onto I-95 grinning from ear to ear. Larger bumps send her into a bit of a panic, because the shocks and springs are so tight any sudden movement gets transmitted and amplified by the short wheelbase and stiff suspension. I have to be very careful with the steering, as well—there’s a bit of play, and then when it starts turning, it’s turning.
In the parking garage I had a bit of a scare when I drive up to the height warning sign and could touch it with my entire palm from the driver’s seat, but we squeaked under it with inches to spare.
I had to drive out to Ellicott City after work to get some paperwork notarized, and enjoyed the scenic route by the river. There is still some question as to how much gas she needs to start; I’m averaging about 10 pumps of the pedal to coax her to life each time, which is concerning. The carburetor is a Carter Thermoquad, which will obviously need some attention in the near future. (I’d love to ditch it and go to a Holley 2300, but that may need to wait until money is not so tight).